Sleepy Art Gallery
Welcome friends - I am here to guide you on a journey to an art gallery. Artists from all over the world are showcasing their pictures, photos and paintings of quiet country roads ... you will find the perfect road in a secret place inside your mind - your curiosity takes you to this place inside this art gallery...the road leading you to a quiet perfect night's sleep.
Transcript
Welcome friend.
I am here this evening to guide you on a journey inside your imagination so that as you breathe in and breathe out,
You might be looking for that road,
That country road that takes you deep into a peaceful night's sleep.
And I have the pleasure of being your guide.
So as you breathe in and breathe out,
Letting go of the tensions of the day,
You notice as you stand inside your mind,
You are on a sidewalk in front of an art gallery.
The sign in front of you tells the exquisite exhibit that is being held within the walls of this gallery.
Artists from all over the world are displaying their very best pieces that showcase country roads around the world.
And all of this is created here for your journey to a perfect night's sleep.
You are searching for the perfect road that will take you to your destination.
You know that you will find it within these walls right here inside your imagination.
There is a road to a deeper place inside your mind.
And your curiosity takes you into this building.
And as you step into the building,
This art gallery,
You notice that the sun is setting.
People are done with their dinner and many others are walking into this art gallery as well.
Almost as if everyone were preparing for the sun to set and for their eyes to become tired.
And that maybe this is the place for you,
Is a realization inside your mind.
This place that will take you on that road to that deep,
Beautiful night's sleep that your body is automatically preparing for as you step into the art gallery.
You can see that there are many different rooms in the gallery.
But all the pictures and all the displays,
You notice that some are photos and some are paintings.
Some are full-size murals that seem as though you could just walk right on to the road.
And you notice that the thought of a country gravel road creates a quiet sort of feeling inside of you.
And it's almost as if you could hear crickets chirping as the sunset begins to fade outside the art gallery.
And as you walk through the different rooms within this building,
You marvel at all the different kinds of gravel roads.
You really hadn't thought about it before.
And you notice one that winds its way along a mountainside with a few rocks.
Rocks that have slid down and down and down until eventually the rock has landed comfortably on the side of the road.
And you ponder all the roads and their different kinds and purposes.
The big ones that carry away large trucks like the highways and the roadways in your mind.
The big ones,
Like right now,
Carrying your worries away by the truckload as if it were time for deep relaxation and letting go when the Sun is going down.
And then there are the roads that you meander along a small country road and just feel a sense of peace there with a feeling of safety.
And on the side of the road,
In a light shadow near the ground,
You notice a movement,
Something in the brush,
A deer,
A small one with white spots.
It looks relaxed and unconcerned as it meanders out of the ditch onto the shoulder of the gravel road.
And you sit quietly in the sun,
Not far from the deer.
And you wonder if this road has had a car on it in weeks.
And you realize that you have walked into one of the murals.
It's as if it were beckoning you to come into the peace and the quiet and the comfort of the country where nobody wants anything from you.
As you saunter along,
You find an old wooden chair leaning against a tree on the side of the road,
Almost as if it were put there for you to enjoy the view.
And as you lean into the chair,
It's as if the chair forms specifically to your body,
Almost feeling a floating weightless sensation as you sit right there,
Not far from the deer at all.
The silence is almost deafening.
You have heard of places so far away from a city or a town that they are so undisturbed.
And you breathe in and out,
Able to hear each breath without realizing the deer is next to you.
And you hear the breath of that animal next to you that flows through its wide nostrils as it gently sits down on the ground,
So relaxed,
Almost peacefully collapsing onto the softness next to you.
And you realize that the temperature on this gravel road is absolutely perfect for you.
And the baby deer continues to be lazily laying next to you,
While the two of you make no sound as nature surrounds you like a soft blanket.
The deer turns its head as the fly lands on its ear.
The ear,
Without warning,
Automatically flicks sideways to let go of the fly.
You gently reach your hand to the back of the small animal,
Almost as if the deer has been a friend of yours forever,
Like a long lost pet from ages ago.
And you just let it lay there,
Feeling the skin flinch just a bit at the first touch,
And then the deer relaxes completely and turns toward you.
Your eyes meet as if both of you know how deeply unusual this moment is.
It's almost as if the deer's breath is so even and deep and steady that you begin to wonder if sleep is just around the corner for the deer.
If you just leave your hand there,
In that warm and quiet place,
The deer simply nuzzles closer to you,
Laying down on your lap,
Seeking the soft comfort in this most unlikely place.
As daylight is breaking,
With orchestral rays of the sun beginning to open the day,
You feel the deer begin to move.
Somehow you stayed warm and cozy all night long,
And wondered if the baby deer gave off heat enough for both of you,
Or if the angels that watch over you and the earth were covering the two of you with an invisible blanket of warmth for the long hours of the night.
The deer now rises and gets its feet under him and moves across the gravel road.
On the other side,
You notice the deer going directly to meet another larger deer that was camouflaged there.
You hadn't noticed a thing,
But the young one knew the scent and the almost imperceptible movement of a mother on the other side of the road.
The two deer reunited now,
And since no danger or threat was anywhere around,
They went deeper and deeper and deeper into the woods.
You step out of this painting now and notice that there is a lower level in the building with even more paintings and drawings.
And you take 10 steps down to that lower level.
Putting your right foot on step number 10,
And your left foot on step number 9.
Going down to 8,
Deeper down to 7,
Down to 6,
Down to 7,
Down to 6,
Stepping down to 5,
Deeper down to 4,
Peacefully down to 3,
2,
1,
And as you take that final step down to zero on that lower level of deep relaxation in the art gallery,
You notice that the paintings on this level are all gravel roads in the country with the deep blue skies dotted with soft white fluffy clouds.
You notice a beautiful mural,
Full size on the wall,
And you step into the painting.
This time,
It's as if it is beckoning you to come into the peace and the quiet and the comfort of the country where nobody wants anything from you.
As you saunter along,
You find an old wooden chair leaning against a tree on the side of the road,
Almost as if it were put there for you to enjoy the view.
As you lean into the painting,
It's as if the chair forms specifically to your body,
Almost feeling like a floating or a weightless sensation there.
Sitting along that road,
And you look at this new road that has a fence on each side with fence posts that have almost grown into the ground along with the decades-old grass.
And those fence posts keep cars from leaving the road,
Or maybe there are cattle somewhere far away from the fence.
You look at this new road that has a fence on each side and you look at this new road that has a fence on each side.
Fence.
Cattle that no longer bother to test the fences because the deep undergrowth has become so thick and impassable that the cattle meander other directions for easier pastures,
Never testing the old fences,
Knowing that there is no point.
The thought of bears crosses your mind as the foliage is thick and green.
And just as that thought floats through your mind,
You see a black bear pop its head up out of the grass in a comical sort of way,
Almost as if it wants to meet you,
Almost as if it is inviting you into the green trees and brush to play for a while.
No sooner does the big head pop up but just a few yards behind and to the right pops up a smaller,
Identical offspring head.
And the two are looking at you quizzically,
Wondering why you are in their home here in the art gallery.
And the art gallery is opening up your mind to the vast differences in gravel roads and landscapes,
Each one capturing the peace and serenity of a country landscape in a different way.
And as you step out of this painting,
You find yourself eager to step into another.
The next one is a gravel road built into and around a mountain,
Winding its way slowly up or down the mountain depending on where you begin your journey.
The road looks like a snake,
Winding its way back and forth,
Creating a pathway,
Hugging close to the mountainside.
In the quiet,
In the quiet there is peace walking along.
There is peace walking along and the temperature is perfect for you.
And even though it might have looked daunting as you first stepped onto this mountain road,
You can now overlook the valleys,
Noticing the beautiful wildflowers in bloom.
Yellows and reds down the sloping hillside.
Buzzing honeybees are moving from one flower to another.
Dutifully carrying out their mission defined by nature.
You wonder how far they have to go and if they will return soon.
Or perhaps another group of working bees will take their place.
Stepping in and out of gravel road paintings and pictures opens you up to the feel of country roads,
Like a John Denver song whispering in your heart and playing in your ear.
Take me home,
Country roads,
To a place where I belong.
And you begin to understand the romance of a country road and why they have songs written about them and why they are painted.
And why they can lead you to a perfect night's sleep.
Just following the path of a country road,
You can almost hear a guitar in the background serenading you to deep sleep.
Deep sleep as the country road lets you breathe in and breathe out with spaciousness and openness and an ability to unwind,
Letting go of any tension in your body.
Letting your mind let go of any intrusive thoughts.
And you realize that country roads all around the world are unique and fascinating and many of them lead to a perfect night's sleep.
Sleeping all night long,
Being filled with peace and quiet,
Like the red gravel roads of Australia and the old dirt roads in the United States that used to carry wagon trains.
And as you step outside the art gallery,
Back onto the sidewalk,
You feel and know and become aware of the history and the kinship of your ancestors.
And you find yourself going back inside to another level of the museum.
To another level of the museum.
Going down to a deeper level as you take 10 steps down,
Putting your right foot on step number 10,
Your left foot on step number 9,
Stepping down to 8 and going deeper down to 7.
Then down to 6 and 5,
Going deeper down to 4,
Deeper down to 3,
Deeper and deeper down to 2 and 1,
And stepping to a deeper level of zero.
You can see that there are many different rooms in the gallery but all the pictures and all the displays,
You notice that some are photos and some are paintings.
Some are full-size murals that seem as though you could just walk right onto the road.
And you notice that the thought of a country gravel road creates a quiet sort of feeling inside of you.
And it's almost as if you could hear crickets chirping as the sunset begins to fade outside the art gallery.
And as you walk through the different rooms within this building,
You marvel at all the different kinds of gravel roads.
You really hadn't thought about it before.
And you notice one that winds its way along a mountainside with a few rocks,
Rocks that have slid down and down and down.
Until eventually the rock has landed comfortably on the side of the road.
And you ponder all the roads and their different kinds and purposes.
The big ones that carry away large trucks like the highways and the roadways in your mind.
The big ones like right now carrying your worries away by the truckload as if it were time for deep relaxation and letting go when the sun is going down.
And then there are the roads that you meander along a small country road.
And just feel a sense of peace there with a feeling of safety.
And on the side of the road in a light shadow near the ground,
You notice a movement.
Something in the brush,
A deer,
A small one with white spots.
It looks relaxed and unconcerned as it meanders out of the ditch onto the shoulder of the gravel road.
And you sit quietly in the sun,
Not far from the deer.
And you wonder if this road has had a car on it in weeks.
And you realize that you have walked into one of the murals.
It's as if it were beckoning you to come into the peace and the quiet and the comfort of the country.
As you saunter along,
You find an old wooden chair leaning against a tree on the side of the road.
Almost as if it were a mirror of the past.
And as you lean into the chair,
It's as if the chair forms specifically for you.
And you feel a sense of peace and tranquility.
It's as if it were a mirror of the past.
And you feel a sense of peace and tranquility.
It's as if the chair forms specifically to your body.
Almost feeling a floating,
Weightless sensation as you sit right there,
Not far from the deer at all.
The silence is almost deafening.
You have heard of places so far away from a city or a town that they are so undisturbed.
And you breathe in and out,
Able to hear each breath without realizing the deer is next to you.
And you hear the breath of that animal next to you.
That flows through its wide nostrils as it gently sits down on the ground.
So relaxed,
Almost peacefully collapsing onto the softness next to you.
And you realize that the temperature on this gravel road is absolutely perfect for you.
And the baby deer continues.
To be lazily laying next to you.
While the two of you make no sound.
As nature surrounds you like a soft blanket.
While the two of you make no sound.
As nature surrounds you like a soft blanket.
The deer turns its head as a fly lands on its ear.
The ear without warning automatically flicks sideways to let go of the fly.
You gently reach your hand to the back of the small animal.
Almost as if the deer has been a friend of yours forever.
Like a long lost pet from ages ago.
And you just let it lay there.
Feeling the skin flinch just a bit at the first touch.
And then the deer relaxes completely and turns toward you.
Your eyes meet as if both of you know how deeply unusual this moment is.
It's almost as if the deer's breath is so even and deep and steady.
That you begin to wonder if sleep is just around the corner for the deer.
If you just leave your hand there.
In that warm and quiet place.
The deer simply nuzzles closer to you.
Laying down on your lap.
Seeking the soft comfort.
In this most unlikely place.
As daylight is breaking.
With orchestral rays of the sun beginning to open the day.
You feel the deer begin to move.
Somehow you stayed warm and cozy all night long.
And wondered if the baby deer gave off heat enough for both of you.
Or if the angels that watch over you and the earth were covering the two of you.
With an invisible blanket of warmth for the long hours of the night.
The deer now rises and gets its feet under him.
And moves across the gravel road.
On the other side.
You notice the deer going directly to meet another larger deer that was camouflaged there.
You hadn't noticed a thing.
But the young one knew the scent.
And the almost imperceptible movement.
Of a mother on the other side of the road.
The two deer reunited now.
And since no danger or threat was anywhere around.
They went deeper and deeper and deeper into the woods.
You step out of this painting now.
And notice that there is a lower level in the building.
With even more paintings and drawings.
And you take 10 steps down to that lower level.
Putting your right foot on step number 10.
And your left foot on step number 9.
Going down to 8.
Deeper down to 7.
Down to 6.
Stepping down to 5.
Deeper down to 4.
Peacefully down to 3.
2.
And as you take that final step down to zero.
On that lower level of deep relaxation in the art gallery.
You notice that the paintings on this level.
Are all gravel roads in the country with deep blue skies.
Dotted with soft white fluffy clouds.
You notice a beautiful mural.
Full size on the wall.
And you step into the painting.
This time.
It's as if it is beckoning you.
To come into the peace and the quiet.
And the comfort of the country.
Where nobody wants anything from you.
As you saunter along you find an old wooden chair.
Leaning against a tree on the side of the road.
Almost as if it were put there for you.
To enjoy the view.
As you lean into the chair.
It's as if the chair forms specifically to your body.
Almost feeling like a floating or a weightless sensation there.
Sitting along that road.
And you look at this new road.
That has a fence on each side.
With fence posts that have almost grown into the ground.
Along with the decades old grass growing there.
And those fence posts keep cars from leaving the road.
Or maybe there are cattle.
Somewhere far away from the fence.
Cattle that no longer bother to test the fences.
Because the deep undergrowth has become so thick.
And impassable.
That the cattle meander other directions.
For easier pastures.
Never testing the old fences.
Knowing that there is no point.
The thought of bears crosses your mind.
As the foliage is thick and green.
And just as that thought floats through your mind.
You see a black bear.
Pop its head up out of the grass.
In a comical sort of way.
Almost as if it wants to meet you.
Almost as if it is inviting you.
Into the green trees and brush.
To play for a while.
No sooner does the big head pop up.
But just a few yards behind.
And to the right pops up a smaller.
Identical offspring head.
And the two are looking at you quizzically.
Wondering why you are in their home.
Here in the art gallery.
And the art gallery is opening up your mind to the vast differences.
In gravel roads and landscapes.
Each one capturing the peace and serenity.
Of a country landscape in a different way.
And as you step out of this painting.
You find yourself eager to step into another.
The next one is a gravel road.
Built into and around a mountain.
Winding its way slowly.
Up or down the mountain.
Depending on where you begin your journey.
The road looks like a snake.
Winding its way back and forth.
Creating a pathway.
Hugging close to the mountainside.
In the quiet.
In the quiet there is peace walking along.
And the temperature is perfect for you.
And even though it might have looked daunting.
As you first stepped onto this mountain road.
You can now overlook the valleys.
Noticing the beautiful wildflowers in bloom.
Yellows and reds down the sloping hillside.
Buzzing honeybees are moving from one flower to another.
Dutifully carrying out their mission.
Defined by nature.
You wonder how far they have to go.
And if they will return soon.
Or perhaps another group of working bees.
Will take their place.
Stepping in and out.
Of gravel road paintings and pictures.
Opens you up.
To the feel of country roads.
Like a John Denver song.
Whispering in your heart.
And playing in your ear.
Take me home.
Country roads.
Country roads.
To a place where I belong.
And you begin to understand the romance of a country road.
And why they have songs written about them.
And why they are painted.
And why they can lead you to a perfect night's sleep.
Just following the path of a country road.
You can almost hear a guitar in the background.
Serenading you to deep sleep.
As the country road lets you breathe in.
And breathe out.
With spaciousness.
And openness.
And an ability to unwind.
Letting go of any tension in your body.
Letting your mind let go of any intrusive thoughts.
And you realize that country roads all around the world.
Are unique and fascinating.
And many of them lead to a perfect night's sleep.
Sleeping all night long.
Being filled with peace and quiet.
Like the red gravel roads of Australia.
And the old dirt roads in the United States that used to carry wagon trains.
And as you step outside the art gallery.
Back onto the sidewalk.
You feel and know and become aware of the history and the kinship of your ancestors.
And you find yourself going back inside to another level of the museum.
Going down to a deeper level.
As you take 10 steps down.
Putting your right foot on step number 10.
Your left foot on step number 9.
Stepping down to 8.
And going deeper down to 7.
Then down to 6.
And 5.
Going deeper down to 4.
Deeper down to 3.
Deeper and deeper down to 2.
And 1.
And stepping to a deeper level.
Of 0.
And you realize that country roads all around the world.
Are unique and fascinating.
And many of them lead to one another.
